Life Continues to Spring Forth As If Nothing Strange Is Happening

It turns out that I don't have to leave my property to find photo opps. Here's what's happening in my yard right now.



Daffy down dilly has come to town with a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

My yard is dotted with little white violets, like stars and constellations in a green sky. My mother always loved these little violets (how can a violet be white, anyway?) and we were never allowed to mow the lawn until they were finished blooming, sometime around or after Easter (coming right up).



Siberian squill; volunteers

Sedum (Autumn Joy)

My one and only lupine. I wish I had a field full of them, a la Miss Rumphius.

Last year's Easter lily

Narcissus

More "violets" 

Japanese quince



Some type of ground cover, given to me by my neighbor Sande. It blooms with red spiky flowers later in the summer. I do not know its name.

The Vincent House, Bedecked

The late afternoon light shining on the Vincent House enticed me to veer off of my straight path home the other evening - this light offering a break from the persistent gray of recent days - and my meanderings placed me smack in the middle of the fully-blooming fruit tree grove that surrounds Edgartown's oldest house. My stopover at this fairy-tale scene was made more precious by the knowledge that these blossoms - surely at their peak on this evening - will be fading fast. Stay tuned for confetti.